The reason.

by LiltingBanshee

Author´s note: This is a repost of the first chapter as I found some embarresing mistakes when reading it for the tenth time:) Please let me know if anyone is reading this at all or if I should just give it up.

Thanks to little witch for the review;)

She didn´t know what had awoken her from her sleep, she just knew that she was awake. Wide awake. She let her eyes wander around the room. All the other girls were asleep, just like she should be.
Her gaze feel upon Meg´s empty bed. If only Meg had been here she could have woken her up and they could have whispered about all kinds of things until they would fall asleep again. But Meg wasn´t here. She had gone with her mother to visit a sick relative and for the first time in many years Christine Daáe was left at the opera house without her foster mother or sister.

Having stared at the ceiling for several minutes she got out of bed and put her robe on. Maybe a little walk would make her tired enough to go back to sleep. Silently she slipped out of the door the the ballet dormitories. This part of the opera house was unusually quiet as this time of night and she felt a slight chill run through her at the thought of someone hiding in the shadows.

'No, she was not scared. She was 14 years old now. A big girl'

As she wandered around on her own she heard a faint noise coming from futher down the corridor. She walked closer and recognized the dressing roomthat belonged tothe older ballet girls.

'What could they be doing up this late?' she thought to herself.

She could her voices, laughter and faint music coming from the room. But the voices? They were not just girls voices, there was a man in there!
She couldn´t believe they would behave like that just because Madame Giry was out of town for a few days.
She walked closer to the door. It sounded like they were having great fun in there, especially the man. She could hear him laugh and she thought she recognized the sound of his laughter. As she leaned her ear to the door one of the floorboards she was standing on gave a loud squeaking sound. She gasped with fear, but before she could think of a place to hide the door was ripped open and an angry reddish face stared at her.

"Well well, who do we have here?" Joseph Buquet´s facial expression turned from angry into a satisfied smirk at the sight of the frightened young girl in the corridor.

Christine´s bottom lip began to tremble from the shock and Buquet reached a hand out to her.

"Do not cry little dear, I did not mean to frighten you. Come and join our little party" he said with a grin that flashed his ugly rottened teeth.

"Oh no Monsieur, I really should just go back to my bed….." Christine whispered.

Buquet grabbed her wrist and dragged her with him. "You can´t tell on us if you were a part of this yourself" he hissed in her ear as he pushed her into the room.

Several of the ballet girls now saw what had caused the sound outside the door and they grinned at the skinny teenager in her white nightgown and thin robe who was being shoved into the room.

"Christine, how lovely to have you here!" Georgette, one of the ballet girls exclaimed with a wicked grin. She pulled the girl into a hug and Christine could smell alcohol in her breath and cursed herself for having ever stepped out of her bed.

"Please let me go" she whispered as small tears began to roll down her cheeks.

"Oh don't be such a baby Daáe! You´re way too old for that" Georgette smiled and dragged Christine onto her lap. "Here, drink some of this" she said and handed a bottle to Christine.

"No please, I don´t want it" Christine whimpered.

"I said drink it!" Georgette said and put the bottle to Christine´s lips. Though drunk as she was Georgette was stronger than Christine and with the bottle pressed to her lips she had no choice but to accept the liquor.
She squeezed her eyes shut as the cheap brandy burned in her throat as she swallowed it.

"Good girl" Georgette grinned and repeated her action.
Before long Christine began to feel lightheaded and some of her fear had vanished. She was sitting on the floor were she had tumbled to when Buquet had grabbed Georgette to dance with her and she couldn´t help but smile at the slightly blurred vision of the promiscuous ballet girls.

After a while Georgette came back to her with the bottle and the more she brought it to Christine´s lips the less she objected.
Suddenly she began feeling a bit sick. Her head was spinning and her eyelids drooping. The voices of Buquet and the other girl became distant and she felt like crying again.

"I want to go to my bed…" she whispered. "Please…" She wasn´t sure if anyone had heard her, but then she felt a pair of arms encircle her waist.

"Come on little girl, time for bed" Buquet´s voice was slurred, but she didn´t fight him as he dragged her towards the door. She didn´t pay attention to the giggles coming from the other girls and she was grateful as the noise fainted when Buquet walked her down the corridor.

She was already thinking of how good it would be to be in her bed when she felt Buquet stop.

"Are we there?" she asked.

"We´re exactly where we should be" he said.

Suddenly she was pushed roughly against the corridor wall and felt Buquet´s lips assault hers in a violent attempt of a kiss.

"No, what are you doing?" she whimpered and tried to push him away.

"Quiet child, you know you want this!" he hissed and trailed his lips to her neck.

"No, please I want to go to sleep, let me go" she was crying now, but that just made him even more excited.

She felt his hand squeeze her young breast and the pain made her cry out. "Stop please, you´re hurting me" she cried.

"It´s supposed to hurt, stupid girl, but the pain will turn to pleasure, at least for one of us" he grinned and put a hand up under her nightgown.

She struggled hard against him, but stopped instantly as she felt the blow to her cheek and fell to the floor.

"Stay still you little whore" he spat as he nearly threw himself down on her.

She felt his hands roaming again and sobbed her heart out. "Please help me, please…" she wept.

As she felt him roughly pull her underwear down she screamed like she never had before, but was silenced as Buquet pressed a hand to her mouth.

"Didn´t I tell you to be quiet? No one can hear you here, and even if they can they don´t care. This happens all the time here" he smirked and then screamed as she bit him hard.

"You little witch" he roared and hit her again. She closed her eyes and cried. She heard him unbutton his trousers and she knew what was going to happen.

"Please Angel help me, Angel I need you…" she cried.